It seems the good guys always lose.

Knight on charger
rose in hand
His maiden awaits
Her heart he commands

But alas foul vision
It is only a lie
Just a ghost, naught more
Of a time gone by

Though knight heard her call
And answered her cry
She willingly clung
To a rogue passing by

Now he gallantly stands
Rusting armor and arm
Awaiting her call
And to save her from harm

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